I'm feeling myself, pause
One more cup and I might take off
Seems like haters never take a night off
But you know Imma tell them that they can get lost
'Cause I'm feeling myself, it is my world
I'm spending money like a rich white girl
I'm go ball like I'm 7 feet tall, I don't know about y'all
But Imma get off 'cause I'm feeling myself
Oh, what a feeling, the champagne is spilling
All this dirty money got me bathed in them millions
Came out unscathed from the days of my dealing
The driver of thast car wasn't made for a ceiling
Still up on my Nino, smelling like a kilo
But I'm down and fresh, soft white like my pillow
Feeling myself so if he know like we know
Cross that line and get shot like a free throw
Rather be on fire at the tables out in Vegas
Under bright lights, middle finger to you haters
In a perfect world, just my guns and my girl
We shine like diamonds and pearls and I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling myself, pause
One more cup and I might take off
Seems like haters never take a night off
But you know Imma tell them that they can get lost
'Cause I'm feeling myself, it is my world
I'm spending money like a rich white girl
I'm go ball like I'm 7 feet tall, I don't know about y'all
But Imma get off 'cause I'm feeling myself
Baby, take your chance, never mind what you're hearing
I can change your life tell me what are you comparing?
Put you on the red carpet, tell them what you're wearing
Shop till you drop, they say sharing is caring
More than my winnings, we can share opinions
Like baby steps, we can share beginnings
Walk before you run but she so independent
And I could see us fly, the sky is the limit
We so real, got my own quarter mill'
Counting money on the bed, watching "Deal or no Deal"
In a perfect world, just my guns and my girl
We shine like diamonds and pearls and I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling myself, pause
One more cup and I might take off
Seems like haters never take a night off
But you know Imma tell them that they can get lost
'Cause I'm feeling myself, it is my world
I'm spending money like a rich white girl
I'm go ball like I'm 7 feet tall, I don't know about y'all
But Imma get off 'cause I'm feeling myself
I propose a toast to every living kingpins
Smart enough to delegate their work to their wing man
Keep a bad bitch on the arm of my bling hand
Play my cards right, now I'm looking at a dream hand
Yeah, got you looking at my poker face
No joker see it, you can call me smoking ace
In a perfect world, just my guns and my girl
We shine like diamonds and pearls and I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling myself, pause
One more cup and I might take off
Seems like haters never take a night off
But you know Imma tell them that they can get lost
'Cause I'm feeling myself, it is my world
I'm spending money like a rich white girl
I'm go ball like I'm 7 feet tall, I don't know about y'all
But Imma get off 'cause I'm feeling myself
Writer(s): Christopher John Whitacre, Justin Keith Henderson, Kevin Cossom, Terrence Thornton
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